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Pozza was still on Namotu waiting for the call from the organizers and would head over as soon as the green light was given. Everything was a blur to me. Five hours ago I’d just stepped off the plane and now here I was bobbing around in the South Pacific, dangerously close to one of the meanest waves in the world. It seemed like an eternity until the heat was finally over. With the surfers out of the way the reef was all ours and it was the perfect opportunity for Scotty and Philip to get a feel for the set up before the peak of the swell hit the next day.
